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Jesus, where are you brother?...
Too many of us are hurting, bleeding, dieing, crying, and denying who we really are....searching for what is true...looking for what once was there....a mother to care...the feeling of love from a mother....
Jesus, where are you brother?...
Too many of us asked if you exist...sinful thoughts rolled off their list...aiming for a bigger wish....waiting for answers to smother them from your mind while in prison....now they plan to listen....people wishing for your return...those sinful thoughts in minds will burn...like wild fire to bushes...burning what is evil inside of people who once stood for the better of good....
Jesus, where are you brother?
Come clutter our world with your lessons of what was once taught...smother us with words that will bring up the un-Brought....teach us the way of a better day...bring back our stray...this time stay...children without readiness to pray go to bed...did you hear what I just said?....
Jesus, where are you brother?....
Where are you when we are hurting, bleeding, dieing, crying, denying who we really are? Give us a sign....point out your star....cause we know you're close but yet so far
....Jesus, where are you brother?
- By: Peter DeSpirito
I am a master in my eyes, a master in disguise. So cleverly concealing pertinent feelings of thoughts, one's intrusive dealings, that are boiling my insides. A wizard behind a curtain, that’s how this all feels. A brick road made of corpses, with one's past life’s dealings preserved, paved and sealed. A heart, a brain, and courage are the lesser of my wants. Something I truly desire is to be free from all the standards that are expected of me. To simply have the ability to understand the world as a whole, instead of society’s pressure and expectancy of things that shine organically. I know Diamonds are produced under mass pressure brought on by their surroundings. I refuse to walk with people who claim to have hearts, when their actions show other, and their minds think in one-digit parts. I sometimes wish I could just click my heels together and poof, new start. Just trek on, over stones along my path. I can’t help but wonder, if someone is pressing buttons and pulling strings behind a curtain and all that, yeah it sounds crazy when you say that out loud. Sometimes I feel that it is that, for certain.. somehow. All these Pictures of my life and the stories that they tell, have now become tortuous memory prisons, tiny painful cells. So, I won't hope for more memories, no new energy, no thank you. In fact, I'd like it if there was a wizard behind a curtain somewhere. It is almost comforting to know for certain somebody is pulling strings, removing human beings from the remaining veil-covered living we are dieing to exist. Yet still, our existence we squander. Aimlessly following a road shamelessly, no self-awareness, just people playing contrary-to-action, games with questioning. I don’t want your heart that is made of stone, or your brain which is composed of birds nesting sticks and air alone, and what you consider courage is like a rat in a tiger’s home, fear coats him and only fear alone. I am not mad at what character past plays that you've been casted, because honestly your past warped acting and idea of what is, has made the brickroad a path truth seekers take comfort in. A road to somewhere, no one really knows. A journey to a curtain way past the light, covering a being who says what goes, what is certain, and what is right.
At the point when you remember me,
Kindly don't sob.
You attempted everything you could
To rescue my dieing soul
Dear you felt down and out when
Relatives proved unable
To bear the cost
Of my hospital bill
You were generally there for me
Close to my death bay
Dear hubby take great consideration
Of our two children who
Will forever cry requesting
For my whereabout to nurse
My body may not be there.
It has decided to rest.
I'm not excessively far away.
My spirit lives on,
Peering down, looking after
You and everybody.
Furthermore when you feel miserable
Furthermore life appears to be so blue,
Simply recollect
That my soul has its arms around you.
What's more on those exceptional days,
Times that you want to see,
That cool wind streaming past you
Indeed, that will be me,
So don't be pitiful.
Have no dread.
God has encouraged me,
I actually watch you
Consistently,
My affection and soul are with you,
Also our two little angels
Good bye darling
Waiting for you patiently
In this new world
The world is a platform
And the people the audience
Waiting for you to perform
You are a star
Your inspiration their reform
Hope you could do your best
Stand up and be counted
Be the first
There are difficulties
But forget the worst
The world is your guest
So go higher
Yeah higher than mount Everest
For if you perform right
You steal the spot light
And you don't just win
The people but their heart
The audience cheers you up
Like you are the king
And all the women
Dieing to be your queen
Money is not the thing
You started lately
But you are doing greatly
Forget about the rest
And do your best
curse be the day that gun was invented
the creation of gun
is like the born date
of the devil
this evil invention
is killing us in a hurry
so sad so many human
are even it best friend
like the gunman
with just a click
a soul is gone
so brief and in
a hurry
what a killer
curse be the day that gone was invented
is obvious we are dieing
in the hands of gunmen
everyday their is a report
of a gunshot
in the cities in the media
we can't escape the
nemesis of this invention
any longer
it lives among us
it is a part of the family
in too many homes
were hatred and ignorance
is never a stranger
it is killing a lot innocent
souls
what an invention of
devaluation
curse be the day that gun was invented
an invention gone too viral
a killer invention gone too deep
in the souls of the devourer
an evil invention in the hands
of criminal is equal to
a genocide of the innocent
victims of peace
I know that day it was invented
was Satan birth day
I realise is was his gift
to humanity
and now it is killing
the souls of mankind
curse be the day that gun was invented
my ancestors was intimidated
by gunmen
my forefather's was force to
slavery by gunmen
my people has lost a lot by
the fear of the hands
of the gunmen
it still never change
the world still got a lot
gunmen ready to devour
another innocent soul
so in my quest for
humanity I realise that
curse was the day that gun was invented
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They do not move a muscle
Nor give unto their fears
But contemplate their carnage
Have you even not, one tear
Had I known you like I do now
You wicked callous beast
I never would have shown you
That my heart was in your reach
When the first drop of precious blood
Impacts upon this ground
I swear I’ll not forgive you
And by the Gods I’ll strike you down
But could we not turn, this tide
And you and I once more
Find the love sent from about
And do, as we adore
NO, cause you insist to make my wish
Lie broken on the floor
And wear a glove while touching love
Just like a filthy whore
Don’t think the Gods won’t notice
You’re defiled and you’re sick
By using love to hide behind
To pull this dirty trick
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Ah, to one trick there’s another
And I possess my share
Be patience and I’ll show you
What can happen to your lair
With cunning and with cruelty
My counsel will evoke
A very cunning plan
That would make Poseidon choke
I will converse, with Apollo
To have the sun replace the moon
So therefore catch a tan
If it’s possible, by noon
Then I’ll call on my Seamstress
To sew me something smart
With these hand made silver boots
This is Fashion’s off the charts
Of course all my solders
Will be dressed up in their best
Tunics will be optional
And so might the rest
We will decorate the beach
With a bonfire and some torches
So the enemy can watch
While they’re lounging on their porches
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Send a ship down to the tropics
I think seafood would be nice
And one up to the artic
To fetch all some ice
I know some Greek dancing songs
We’ll get the band to play
And I’ll maybe sing a solo
To melt, their hearts away
Cause no one, but no one
Puts a party on like me
And makes the end to every war
A spectacle to see
When things start dieing down
Very late at night
We all crawl to our ships
And we’ll put out the lights
We give them the impression
We’re all drunk and going home
This should make them feel relieved
That we’re leaving them alone
But that is when we pull
The oldest trick, found in the book
With a sinister contraption
This deception’s off the hook
To Be Continued.................
Thoughts echo, mental void,
Deep, dark, empty void,
****ed it here, ****ed it there,
****ed it up, ****ed it up.
Demons come and demons go,
Demons live and demons sow,
Demons die , demons lie,
Demons cloud demons pry.
Sober thoughts, drunken words,
Red skys , infernal birds.
In the dark , there lives a man,
Alone and cold, there lives a man,
There he sits a simple man,
Soul abandoned , a lonesome man,
He wants to die, deaths a thought,
Whats the point , just a thought,
Angels cry, and demons hiss,
Living life, voided bliss,
Life will come and life will go,
A dark man comes here, to and fro,
Prys his eyes and pricks his brain,
Slowly still he goes insane,
In the dark there lives a man,
Trying to do the best he can,
Dieing is just a simple plan,
Will he try? he can he can,
At what cost, does life come too,
Red white black and blue,
No one but himself to blame,
No one but himself to shame.
There a man, still a boy,
Yearning for his ode to joy.
Prescript: My collective works, I've titled Silent Songs/I Was Here.
Is a collection of my thoughts I put down in prose.
Whether I really was, nobody really knows.
I was left behind these doors.
Drifting endlessly on these dried up shores.
The sad thing is, I'm not alone.
I know of so many others who are unknown.
Who sail across these oceans of empty hearted sea's.
We're all slowly dieing of this by ourselves disease.
The window has a two-way mirror.
It see's outside and in.
But when no one desires to look.
You'll never know what's been.
I'll leave this world and die one day.
And what I've said, is all I'll say.
Van Gogh and me, well just maybe.
But I'll be gone, I'll never see.
“You’ll be sorry when I’m dead.”
Truer words were never spoken
And the death and dieing breed
in fearsome promises oft broken.
“Why cry?” We said. “See, we are here.”
Your children mother, please stay.
“Do what I say and maybe dear
maybe, I'll stay.” But still she teared.
"You’ll be sorry when I’m dead."
Her heart and ours were broken.
She'd run and hide and cry in bed.
Truer words were never spoken.
Seventy some odd years she had
Gone now, still I hear her say
"You’ll be sorry when I’m dead."
As, I wipe my tears away.
*Profound saying, "You'll be sorry when I'm dead."
Spaceship !
You know that spaceship is related with
Alien, Moon, Planet, Star, Stun Gun...
You may be right or wrong
I don't want to know it !
Sometime my soul creates a spaceship
I enter into it from my room with happiness
I try to visit everywhere....Soul to soul...Soul to super soul...
I seek problematic truth, solvable truth, universal truth, real magic , ...
I want to reach into the black holes....The signal...
Some great poets, writers, artists, scientists, philosophers
Are searching the destination
And living one place to another place on the space...
They are moving...They are enjoying...They are dieing...
I am observing them from the window of my spaceship !
One day my spaceship will be crashed on the space...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA